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Behold Man

The tears of the sun break upon my sight Flooding the mind with visions The oceans waves crash against the chasms Betwixt reality and hope Attempting to render my dreams apart The heavens which were my refuge Have allowed all eyes to pierce through So where now can I hide The foundations in which I trusted Are now dust depriving me of an escape I wilt in the greatness of disillusionment Belief that rain shall soon quench my thirst Man has become the salted fountain Vinegar raised to a dying world Becoming a vacuum for lifes' last breath

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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